A woman at work, a secretary in her fifties whom I’m friendly with, came into my office today to ask about something trivial, and mentioned that today was the anniversary of her father’d death, and how she prays to God for his soul on such days. then: “I never asked you, Dr. X, do you believe in God?”
“Uh, no, Carol, I don’t.”
“What DO you believe in then?”
“That’s a pretty tough question.”
“Well, I always wanted to know to know. What do folks that don’t beleve in God believe IN?”
“Well, in a word, I believe in science.”
“Science?” She looked at me like I had said, "Pick-up-Sticks"or “Eggplant.” “Science? How’s science going to make the first man and woman? Someone had to.”
The long and short of it was that I tried explaining evolution to her (this is a college graduate, mind you) and she thought I was joking. Basically, “Oh, Dr. X, I know you’re pulling my leg now. Two monkeys going to give birth to a human? No, I guess I don’t care how many generations of monkeys you talking about, there ain’t none of them going’s to give birth to a person. Not ever. That just silly.”
And I tried to explain that I wasn’t joking, but I had a smile on my face because I just couldn’t believe I was having this conversation, which I had with her for about fifteen minutes, at the end of which she left office muttering, good-naturedly, “That Dr. X, can’t get him to stop playing around.”